In this period of my life, I need to have a career to where I can pay all my bills (my car note), find me a place of permanent residence, rinse, and repeat until the day I die

My emotions towards this year’s Valentine’s Day is through the roof

Welcome to 2024, I am so glad that you all have transitioned into the new year safely and even better have stayed with though the years. It is greatly immensely appreciated; in 2024, I want to/will do more traveling this year (SOLO TRAVELING more than anything) and for October, November, and December 2024 I want to be in a different state but really for October 1st and Christmas Day & Eve and New Years more specifically

In all of my life, I have never been so dedicated or shown any kind of interest to anybody on this planet as much as I show my home girl. No other person will or has ever received this much attention from me ever before.

How my mind operates as a freelance writer: the world is a document, I am the writer, and the characters I interact with are NPCs that I encounter with (thankfully Narrative Reality Manipulation does not exist or we’d all be fucked peacefully and politely). I can literally turn anybody’s life or anything into a story.

Me describing my materialistic phobias (and in hopes of making myself feel better too)

My personalized internal war with myself, my emotions, my thoughts, my feelings, everything that is involving myself will be handled and dealt with accordingly and thoroughly.

My broken, shattered, fragile, thin ice mentality mixed with my already fragile and broken emotional state. The way I am now…I could literally conclude somebody’s whole existence or make them change their perspective on me or I could severe a friendship in a heartbeat.

Me revealing the phobias that attack me on an emotional and mental scale